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got my hurr cut today. it looks really great; the lady cut it in like..five seconds. i swear. she did such a good job, too. my brother got his hurr cut as well. watch out, ladies; little moffitt's lookin' hot to trot.
i've come to a realization that my pits sweat wayyyyy too much. i don't do alot of moving around at school, yet i sweat sweat sweat. and my gut cramps cramps cramps. and i feel like shit shit shit. i hope this goes away over the summer...maybe i need to get back in shape. it feels so good to run, and i feel so good after i finish running. and it always looks pretty outside, whether the sun is out and about or the rain is acomin' down like the dickens.
anyway.
i'm getting color and products for my hair tomorrow with my mom after school. i might take a trip to the daily grind with corey in the evening as well...we're not together anymore, but he's not finished pouring his guilt trip-driven heart out to me yet: he insists on doing this in public, over a cup of coffee...if he wants it, he's got it.
prom is on saturday. i'm driving; matt's paying for everything. if he mentions ideas of drugs, sex, or alcohol one more time, i'll make sure that i take that fucking prom ticket from him and leave him at home with his fancy little tux. jenny will be my new date.
i've come to a realization that my pits sweat wayyyyy too much. i don't do alot of moving around at school, yet i sweat sweat sweat. and my gut cramps cramps cramps. and i feel like shit shit shit. i hope this goes away over the summer...maybe i need to get back in shape. it feels so good to run, and i feel so good after i finish running. and it always looks pretty outside, whether the sun is out and about or the rain is acomin' down like the dickens.
anyway.
i'm getting color and products for my hair tomorrow with my mom after school. i might take a trip to the daily grind with corey in the evening as well...we're not together anymore, but he's not finished pouring his guilt trip-driven heart out to me yet: he insists on doing this in public, over a cup of coffee...if he wants it, he's got it.
prom is on saturday. i'm driving; matt's paying for everything. if he mentions ideas of drugs, sex, or alcohol one more time, i'll make sure that i take that fucking prom ticket from him and leave him at home with his fancy little tux. jenny will be my new date.